" She gestured to one of the neatly dressed and groomed young ladies standing nearby. "Cindy will take care of you. If you have any questions, or need...anything, be sure to let her know."Cindy introduced herself, and told Angel that she hoped to have her working there soon. She seemed genuinely excited at the prospect.At her mother's urging, Angel accepted a hair and nails styling, which her mother would also have. Then, while her mother enjoyed some of the other services on offer, Angel would. Now, more slowly, she continued to brush away crumbs, though I couldn’t see any. Brush ... brush ... brush. Her movements became more languid, more sensual, her fingertips removing unseen crumbs from the very tops of her thighs, seemingly to be found all on the inside. Mom batted her eyelids.“Do you have any water left?”I replied that I did, looking down at the water bottle she had set down on the blanket, still half full. Nevertheless, I retrieved my bottle and held it out to her, but she. And the lingerie was the icing on the cake. The moment I sawmyself in the mirror all decked out in a victoria's secret bra andpanties I felt myself get a little wet at the sight. I was a knockout. Icould be a Victoria's Secret Angel if I wanted to. I was that beautiful.But all of the sudden I was overcome with a sense of panic. I waswondering what I was going to do with my life. I had no identityanymore. I wasn't what my ID said I was. I wasn't the person whose namewas on my bank account, or on. At last I check in at our chosen hotel, and the receptionist tells me that you have already arrived and that you have our room key. I make my way to the third floor and walk down the corridor to our room. A sign hangs on the door saying "Do not disturb" and I quietly try the handle and slide silently in to the room. My pulse is off the scale and I feel like I'm doing something terribly wrong. The curtains are drawn and the room is in partial darkness, but I'm still able to make out your shape.